"Can you see it, right?"
As if traversing time, Ji Jue from the future reflection looked at the past Work Cellar with a sneer: "Is it useful?"
When the same words echoed in the ears, Heavenly Origin's Weight suddenly descended, crushing Work Cellar's body into Dust.
Work Cellar was already prepared, having first transformed into shadows and flashed back.
Like a gecko losing its tail.
The tattered Water Moon Robe was left behind, turning to ash in Ji Jue's hand.
The moment he steadied himself, Work Cellar's hair stood on end, in the future Illusion, he heard Ji Jue's reminder: "Next, I might appear behind you."
"Be careful."
At the instant he turned around in fear, Ji Jue's silhouette seemed to meet the appointment, arriving deliberately late.
"Left." He said.
Pan Ying's bloody light cleaved, the erupting Blood Flames illuminating the sky, shattering an Ancient Shield covered in rust.
